Victor's POV
I hadn’t heard my grandma approach, not even a single step. That alone told me how distracted I’d been.
Her eyes were sharp and observant, missing nothing.
“Victor,” she said, “do you really think Ava’s cold attitude is just her playing hard to get?”
I didn’t answer because I didn’t know.
Because whatever this was… it didn’t feel like a game.
“Good things take time,” she continued. “Trust isn’t built overnight.”
Trust… the word sat heavily in my chest. I didn’t know why, but suddenly, Richard’s face flashed in my mind, uninvited.
Grandma spoke in a solemn tone, “Love is like a garden, my child. If you neglect it, it dies.” She stared into space. “People aren’t any different. Nobody waits forever. When someone better comes along, what do you think Ava will do? Stay with
